Black Is The Color Of

Dude You Scare Me Sometimes! You're All Vampire Superwoman

Because Love Was Not The Answer To Every Question. Because Real Love Meant Sacrifice. Sometimes Love Means Letting Go.

You Have Punished Me Long Enough, You Have Punished Yourself Long Enough. Return To Me. I Beg.

When Their Lips Met, And Their Tongues Touched, It Was Like They Were Kissing In A Hundred Different Places, And Her Senses Were Flooded With New Sensations And Old Memoires. He Kissed Her, And Their Souls Melted Into Each Other In A Melody Older Than Time.

He Knew What It Was Like To Love One Who Did Not--or Could Not--love You Back. But He'd Had No Choice. None Of Them Did.